Forget Me

Waiting is something nobody likes and so was the case with her, she didn't like it either. But waiting for him, everyday with a bowl of Maggi seemed interesting to her. Daily she drove a km. just to wait for him and then see him come after 10 minutes of her arrival. But there was a lot that she did before his coming.  She would go to the "Classic Ice Cream Parlour" and buy a bowl of Butter Maggi and a Blueberry ice-cream cup. And then she would walk to a peaceful park and think about all the moments they together had.
She did the same today but there was something different, something rare. Instead of driving 1 km., she drove 2 km. She took the long way to the same lovy-dovy place. Something lying behind the back of her mind disturbed her. She drove too fast, something she was scolded for. But the final destination is what mattered the most.
She went and took the same Butter Maggi and an ice-cream cup.
"These noodles are more complicated than my life" she said to her hot bowl of maggi, laughing and thinking about him. What occupied her restless brain was his thoughts. It was only during her exams that she had something else on her mind. The brain would feel thankful for getting rid of him for atleast a period of ten days.
She then slowly walked towards her final destination, which was a park with only two benches and one swing. It seemed as if no one came there. The park was tranquilized but her soul was jittery and impatient.
Today, again she did the same thing. She sat on the bench with the hot bowl, warming her hands and melting ice-cream cooling her legs. She waited... She enjoyed waiting for him. She recalled all her past memories and thought about the upcoming ones.
The time when she would get angry and sit on the bench lying parallel to the first bench, He would come and sit beside her. She again changed her place and a mild kiss on her blushed cheeks shoo-ed her anger, away.
The time when they walked in the park, hands in hands and sometimes with their pinkies locked together, as if they won't ever leave each other,
The time when she became the reason of his burnt taste buds because the impatient her didn't wait the Maggi to cool down. Cool down? was the maggi angry too? Oh yeah! A kiss of his...
The time when he would snatch her phone and check it with sheer possessiveness, that every girl wants her guy to have.
The time when he would make fun of her because she looked beautiful! but compliment her when she didn't look much beautiful, because that was the time when she wanted him to compliment her.
They were perfect for each other.
And she was recalling those sweet memories while slowly she ate from her hot bowl of Maggi,
She waited and waited and waited.
Today was different and 30 minutes passed. The blueberry ice-cream turned into an ice-cream shake. Wow! moment. When you pay more for a shake and less for an ice-cream! Buy a cup of ice-cream and wait for a person, recollecting all the memories you have ever had. And after few minutes, watch the ice-cream turn into shake.
She waited, waited and waited...
Now the thought that ached inside her restless brain was, will he come? Is he coming? Why didn't he turn up till now?
"Too much pain for a sensible heart."
She still waited. Smiling that he would come, calling back all the good times until the empty ice-cream cup fell on the mud due to the vibration of her phone. She picked up the cup and kept it back on the bench thinking that she would throw her while going back home. 
She got excited when she saw the display showing his name. But her broadened smile faded when the first tear fell from her right eye. 
Her hands were trembling and heartbeat was too fast, She broke down and wanted to yell. Her restlessness was all lost. It disappeared with her fading smile.
The message read:

"Forget me please."

She felt like that ice-cream cup that fell few minutes ago, empty and broken but there was nobody to pick her up. She melted like the ice-cream that melted minutes ago. Nobody, to support her brokenness at that very moment. Forgetting was not easy, forgetting is not easy, exactly like the waiting. 

But a broken person, in the end is left with nothing except the broken trust and dreams. But she got rid of the waiting... waiting for someone who asked her to forget him. 

But now she will wait for someone, who would stay, no matter how hard it would be, and that waiting seems tough. 

They Can Be Best Friends Too

The love he recieved was excruciating while what he gave was staunch. 
A friend he is, a person who reflected her thoughts. Hurt and battered, he still had the courage to love. Having courage is what she learnt from him. 
He told her things of great consequence but she opposed all of them.
Inside she knew he was right and she followed them too.
His lessons well learnt by her. A survivor who is brave enough in her eyes. 
He is a friend who left his mother on her birthday for two hours and met her because she was sad. He is a friend who made her laugh while he did silly tricks on his bike. He is a friend who loved her "yaaayy thing". He is a friend she loves from all her heart. He is a friend she would regret losing. He is a friend who is not disgusted by the way she walks or talks or cry or laugh or think. He knows exactly what she wants, a swing and a sunset with an innocent goat.
We are lovers, we are friends. Friends love each other and we are the loving friends. Lovers are not always a girlfriend and a boyfriend. They can be BEST FRIENDS TOO.
Baby 😂
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Lessons of Life

The sky is drooling on the thought of people celebrating new year or maybe on the thought of people sitting in their blankets. While she sat there near the open window where the rain droplets are trying to reach her. Beside her hands lay The Best Laid Plan by Sidney Sheldon which she is trying to read from last one week. It talks about newspaper, an insane lady trying to buy the biggest newspaper company in Washington, DC. She is still on page no. 166, re-reading the line that says "...the sound of their laughter filled the air", while here the air is filled with knocking silence. 

Some of the biggest lessons of life are learnt from books. Sheldon taught her that. The person Leslie (the insane lady I discussed above) loved married a daughter of the person in power. Betrayal, they taught her how people betray.  Oliver Russel said "Darling - where are you? I miss you, miss you, miss you" followed by "I love you-s" and then all of a sudden he just left Leslie and married somebody else. Betrayal, that is what life is all about. 

Tell Me Your Dreams taught her that there are people who have multiple personalities (though this has been explained in an extremely different sense inside the novel). They will say something and they will do something else. Impostors they are! Impostors wrapped up in a blanket because the world outside is too cold for them. And without a blanket the extent of their fidelity, if any, will be revealed. 

Sidney Sheldon, though he played with the genre of crime, thriller and mystery but trust me he taught her the mystery of life i.e, people wrapped in blankets. Crime they commit and thrill that is caused.

At the end the conclusion that came out was, be alone. But is loneliness a solution? I don't think. I think she is wrong. She want to live alone when she doesn't know how to. Crazy!! Isn't it? 

But yes, a part of me agrees with her as Mandy Hale stated "If you learn to really sit with loneliness and embrace it for the gift that it is, an opportunity to get to know YOU, to learn how strong you really are, to depend on no one but YOU for your happiness, you will realize that a little loneliness goes a LONG way in creating a richer, deeper, more vibrant and colorful YOU." 
Well! I wish her luck, I want her to be successful in her goal of being alone and being happy altogether. 

Santa of the Evening

It was 24th December and Santa Clause had been her all time favorite character. But now she was a grown up and she believed that Santa is for kids, so this time she decided to become one. She was a reader, a novel nerd. Someone who had nobody except the books. Each book was an individual friend of her. She believed that books can make good human beings. 

She stood in front of the mirror which reflected the bookshelf behind her back and murmured "people can become humans by reading books. Nobody will break anybody's heart, nobody would lie, love will be in the air" She giggled. It was her perception of books and life mixed together. According to her, reading was magical. She thought that books can change people or maybe improve people. She chuckled while she stood and stared deep into the mirror.
"It is Santa's time. But how will I look with a white fake beard? Neaahh!! Not good. Ugly. Too ugly. I will... No ! Let me change first" she said it all to herself.
Few minutes later she again stood in front of the same mirror with her long and straight hair lying open in a red colored dress.
"Mirror mirror on the wall! Who's the Santa of us all?" She laughed and said "Me."
She got ready. She looked simple but beautiful. Simple as she just left her hair open and beautiful because she had only kohl in her eyes and Santa's dress on her elegant body.
In the evening she walked till the church with a red colored bag filled with little gifts. So SHE WAS GOING TO BE THE SANTA OF THE EVENING.
She reached the church and stood outside the gate. She went and gave gifts to children who exited the church gates. She was happy and made everybody happy too.
Few hours later she started noticing something. A little boy, whom she had given a present, came to her and gave her a present. He smiled "A return gift." She saw him in wonder and said "Santa gives gift. They don't take gifts." The little boy pointed towards his red santa cap and repeated her words. He handed her the gift forcibly and walked away waving his hand.
The girl still in shock looked at the gift, it seemed to be a book, she was able to feel it. But before that she noticed something written on the cover which read as "This is", she looked around in amusement in order to complete the sentence. She got nothing. She decided to open the gift with her thin fingers and then she discovered a book by Rhonda Byrne "The Secret." The sentence was completed; "this is The Secret."
She thought that how the boy knew that she is a reader. She missed a lot of her little santas. She kept the book inside murmuring "obviously ! I know that this is the secret. How foolish label."
She again started giving presents and then she was full off amusement when she again saw a little boy coming towards her. He gave her another book and ran. He didn't give her even a second to say anything. The wrapper had "of" written on it. She thought deeply "Of? another sentence or continuation. Ermm..! This is The Secret of?"
She unwrapped the book and discovered that it was a book by Sidney Sheldon "The Best Laid Plans".
She again framed a sentence "This is The Secret of The Best Laid Plans...?" 

She was furiously charmed when she saw three more little kids coming towards her and offering her different books with wrappers of different colors. They all started shouting "Take mine", "Take this one." But her eyes spotted a book held by a boy who was six or seven years old, he was extremely quite. She took the book from his hand which had "Pick" written over it.
She uncovered the book and discovered "The Colour Purple" by Alice Walker.
So this was a mystery that was going on. It went like "This is The Secret of The Best Laid Plans. Pick The Colour Purple"
She looked for a book covered with purple color wrapper. It had "And you will be" written over it. 
She became curious. Her excitement about completing a hunt touched the sky.
She again unwrapped the book and discovered "Beloved" by Toni Morrison.
She repeatedly spoke the sentence "This is The Secret of The Best Laid Plans. Pick The Colour Purple. And you will be Beloved...?"

It was 11:55 PM and she was thinking about who it can be when she glanced at a book in the hands of a little girl. It was strange that till now only little boys came up, she thought that strange things lead to strange endings. She gave a gift to the girl and took the book from her. The little girl went after giving a flying kiss,
The girl saw "To me" written on the wrapper, she uncovered the book and found Durjoy Dutta's "Till the Last Breath".

She smiled and read out loud "This is The Secret of The Best Laid Plans. Pick The Colour Purple and you will be Beloved to me Till the Last Breath."
The girl turned around, delighted, and there he stood behind her, tall, fit and bold dressed in red. A Santa Clause.
"The only clause I never studied in grammar." She murmured and ran towards him. She knew who he was.
And the church bell rang:
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year...  

Kenneth ©

Dooms Day

Her eyes were bright when she saw her son off to school. A smile of satisfaction guarded her lips. Satisfaction that her son will become a man, not a beast. Her son will watch over his family and his old mother. His father tucked his hands behind his back with his shoulders in form, stretched. He was proud of his son who reluctantly went to school daily and came back with good grades making his father feel that he will be a leader one day. 

But who knew that those inhuman humans will crush their bones? Who knew that their haunted soul will escape and make its way towards the deity in whose name they killed those angelic souls? 

The mother kept on waiting for his son, who won't come now and complain about his friend who stole his eraser. He won't tell his mother what he want for his birthday. Her ears will crave for his son's voice shouting "Ammi". She will wish for her death in order to re-unite with her lost son.

But the father's eyes won't cry because his bleeding heart will cry for his son's bleeding body. It will be like the dooms day for both of them, since their son was the world to them. 

Rest In Peace to the innocent children. "The smallest coffins are the heaviest." 

Kenneth ©

SOMETHING

Her mind was a dew on a dusky soul. She was an eloquent girl with a diary tucked between her folded hands and a blue ink pen slipped between the spirals of her diary. Daily she would travel to the highest mountain from her small house which was situated on a sloppy land. Her lips curved with a peaceful smile and eyes shining bright in the dim light of the evening sun that was about to set.

She looked like a loner but the question was, is she really a one? 

She daily climbed up the pinnacle in order to pen down something. That something was known only to her. She would then sit on a green bench under a tree which was dry-rotted, where Romello climbed up and sat beside her. Romello would lick her arm whenever she came and then sighed for a small gesture of hers. She forcefully pampered Romello by moving her palm with constraint over Romello's head. The dog always calmed himself after her response towards him. The girl then started penning down something that was known only to her. While she wrote, the dog laid beside her. And as she stood up, he would jump off the bench and run behind her. It seemed as if he didn't want her to go or maybe, he wanted her.

But that day was a different day. 

After the girl stood, Romello jumped off the bench and sat, watching her go. After a moment he ran behind her, clutching her thing leg with his claws. It looked as if this time he was pleading her not to go. The girl, irritated with Romello kicked her and started walking. He ran behind her again, but not much. Romello tilted his head on the right side and frowned as if something wrong would happen. 

She went a little forward and there she saw her lover. She grasped his hand and they started walking. Down the lane, a mile ahead, the guy shook his hand in anger and the girl's hand dropped while her innocent face was bottled up with questions. There was an argument that took place. Argument that was known only to them. They shouted and distanced themselves from each other. It looked as if this is the end of their relation. The girl started crying and went walking with a fast pace as if she was trying to escape everything that existed around her. The guy stood there watching her go, exactly like Romello, who was watching them fight. 

The next day the girl didn't turn up.
The second day was again the same. The dog was restless. He wanted her, the girl, the "forced gesture" from her. 

On the third day when he saw the girl coming, he ran to her, hopping and barking. He ran ahead of her and stopped. He turned around and wagged his tail. When the girl came near him, he again repeated the former steps of running ahead... 

The girl that day cried, her lips were dry and had lost there smile and her eyes had lost there shine which were now surrounded by the dark circles, even the evening sun was unable to add shine to her dusky soul. She sat on the bench and Romello hopped in merry on the same bench and sat beside her facing towards the left profile of the girl. 

The girl this time gestured Romello which was not a forced one. She turned and looked into his eyes while his eyes appeared to be watery. Romello laid beside her indicating her that she can write now. She smiled and that day she wrote about something which was known to everything present there; her pen, her diary and Romello. She wrote about Romello that day instead of writing about that murky relationship. She realized something and the REALization was REAL. A dog waited for her. After bearing all her rudeness, he waited for her gesture. Her lover went, who stayed with her for something days or years that only she knew. That day tear fell from Romello's eye and he slept. 

Kenneth ©

The Story

She was a story who wished to write a story, searching for a beat which would excite her tender words. She appeared to be an extrovert because of her outgoing personality who would start talking with anyone randomly. But inside she was just a closed new book, waiting for someone to open it.
On one cold winter evening, while sitting alone in a café near her college, she gazed deep into her hot coffee mug. She was lost in the reflection of her own blur face. Unknown to what was happening around her, she departed mentally from the world.
A guy in a hurry entered the café as if he had missed something there during his last visit. He went to her table and sat in the chair facing towards the left side of the girl, while her head was bent. The girl remained unnoticed while he fiddled with her diary, pen, plate and handkerchief lying on the table. Shocked, the girl looked towards him as if someone had woken her up from a sound sleep. She kept on looking at him while he juggled with her things lying on the table, flipping the pages of her diary. In a bombshell, she just stared at him while he soothed himself down and started reading the last page where she had stopped writing. She snatched the diary from him, spilling the coffee on the handkerchief and plate.
She shouted "What are you trying to do?"
He repelled "What is making you write my story in your diary? You don't know me!!"
"Oh hello. Mr. Your story? What are you talking about?" She answered back with the same force as his'.
"Chuck. Where is the paper which I Ieft here? It had a paragraph written on it. I am sure you would have taken it. You write, and you definitely won't mind stealing somebody's work." He yelled.
She replied in sudden disappointment because she was accused "Neither I know you nor I took any paper of your's that you would have left here. By the way! Do you also write?" She questionned meekly.
He still searching for the paper he forgot on the table. "Got it. Yeah! I do" he replied from under the table.
"Good. And thanks for accusing me." She smiled leaving him there with his newly found old paper.
He ran behind her to apologize and shouted "sorry! But my story in your diary made me wonder about your existence!".
She turned back and laughed "My existence? Can it be only your story?"
"Lets talk while walking if you don't mind." He smiled.
They walked till the end but the walk won't end. Two people with the same story.
She was in search of a beat and she got that. Now it will be easier for her to complete "The Story".

Kenneth ©